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justadreamer08 · 6 months

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꧁༺ 𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ༻꧂

Paring: 40s!Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Warnings: Coarse Language (Literally just one word I think), just a bunch of fluff really

Word Count: 1K

Author's Note: It's been a while, but I'm back, and with a story (Potentially a Series) from my vault of drafts! :D Enjoy! Hopefully...

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A trio. People always say the best things come in groups of three. At least, that’s what your parents always say. You’d known Steve Rogers almost your whole life. The two of you grew up together, so naturally, you were friends with Bucky as well. The three of you were a good group. You got along well, spent lots of time together and whatnot. The dynamic was great, although, of course there comes the oh so delightful issue of growing up.

The three of you were now in your early twenties and not much had changed. Well, except for the fact that you and Bucky were now together, and it was obvious Steve was sweet on someone, although you and Bucky had no idea who she was. One night, the three of you went to the Stark Expo before Bucky ships off in the morning. Steve had wandered off after Stark’s presentation of a hovering car, or an attempt at one. It was still a work in progress, as he said.

You and Bucky walked around the expo side by side, looking at various displays. The sound of experiments and conversation between passing groups of people filled your ears, until that cacophony was disrupted by the smooth rumble of Bucky’s voice.

“So, how many newfangled contraptions do you think Stark is bound to actually succeed with this year?”

He spoke, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. You turn your attention to him, taking in the sight of him in his uniform, and that damn hat that sat jauntily on his head. With a slight laugh at your own thoughts, you shrug your shoulders. The sound of your laugh brings a smile to his face.

“Not sure. We know his experiments typically need a couple tries before they actually become something…useful.”

Bucky made a sound of agreement with your words, as you turned your head back ahead of you, resuming whatever thoughts occupied your head previously. With a quirked eyebrow, he nudged your side and spoke softly.

“Come back to me, my beloved. You’re far away. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He spoke softly, craning his neck a bit to look into your distant eyes. You refocused, your eyes zeroing on the piercing blue of his irises. With a slight shake of your head, you flash him a small smile.

“Nothing to worry about soldier.”

At that, he instantly knew what was troubling you. With a sigh he tilted his head and put his hands in the pockets of his uniform. You’d talked about this already when he filled out his papers. He’d been excited, but of course, the two of you knew the dangers it presented. The war wasn’t exactly pretty. And you both knew it, but worries were only human. And they were completely valid.

The two of you walked in silence, as he decided not to say anything. You knew he knew, and he knew that you knew that. Instead, he poked your side playfully, an attempt to lift the mood. At his actions, you jumped, as the act of ‘tasing’ as he called it, jolted a feeling similar to being tickled, although much more intense. You turned and looked at him with feigned anger, and he couldn’t hide the grin on his face. The silence between the two of you ensued before he began to laugh. You erupted into laughs and the smile on his face grew. He loves your laugh. He always said it’s one of his favorite sounds. He simply stood with a look of pure adoration on his face, as your laughter continued, although it eventually died down.

“God I love your laugh.”

Bucky murmured softly to himself as he looked at you. As you caught your breath, you quirked an eyebrow and looked at him. The rest of your time at the expo continued as such, Steve eventually rejoining the two of you.

That night, the three of you eventually parted ways, retiring to your homes. Sleep eventually found you, but the worries of Bucky’s deployment didn’t escape you, and you weren’t the only one. You, Bucky, and Steve all had your own reservations about the whole ordeal, and in all honesty, you all felt the same way. But, those words never really got said.

The next morning, Bucky was shipped off first thing, leaving the trio at two. You’d not gotten a chance to really say goodbye, as you weren’t really one to get up at the crack of dawn. But, being the thoughtful man he is, Bucky used one of two spare keys to your apartment that you’d distributed to him and Steve to leave you something. You walked into what could be classified as a living room in the limited space of Brooklyn apartments, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You noticed a folded piece of paper, written on in your lover’s handwriting.

Hey smartass, if you’re reading this, that means I’m already on my way to camp. I didn’t get to actually say goodbye because someone’s a late sleeper, but that’s fine. Try not to get up to too much trouble while I’m gone, yeah? And find out who that dame is that our Stevie is so sweet on. He’s not very subtle. Write to me often, okay? I’ll miss you, but don’t miss me too much or I just might have to end this war early to get back to you. Stay safe. Always Yours, Bucky

Well, that was that. He’s off to defend the country. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes…it had a nice ring to it. That was for sure. His letter eased your worries slightly, although you had no doubt in your relationship. You were just worried about him coming back home to you. But, everything’s going to be okay.

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #40s bucky #fluff #gender neutral reader #marvel #romance #drafts

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justadreamer08 · 11 months

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Love Spiderman, Love Me

Pairing: tom holland!peter parker x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 800 words (way less than I wanted)

Author's note: I haven't written anything in forever and this didn't really come out as long as I wanted it to, but I don't want to stretch it so....Enjoy?

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You lived in the bustling city of New York. You'd always been an interesting person, full of kindness and curiosity, who had a heart that was open to love. Since you were young, felt a deep connection to the city, its people, and the everyday heroes who walked its streets. Your mother loved about him. You'd just been you and your dad. You guys lost your mom to bone cancer when you were in the 6th grade. You and your father had each other, and got through the hard times. The two of you grew closer through spending time, and your loves for science. You'd always been good at it, and he was just a huge geek. One of the things your quick reflexes and sharp wit to confront the criminals.

One sunny afternoon, as you strolled through Central Park, you found yourself witnessing a crime in progress. A group of thieves had cornered an innocent civilian, and the situation seemed dire. Without a second thought and maybe some misplaced confidence, you sprang into action, using your quick reflexes and sharp wit to confront the criminals.

Unbeknownst to you, your act of heroism caught the attention of a familiar web-slinging figure nearby. It was none other than Spider-Man, the friendly neighborhood superhero. As Spider-Man swung into action, you found yourselves fighting side by side, your skills complementing each other perfectly.

Throughout the exhilarating battle, Alex and Spider-Man formed an unspoken bond, their movements synchronized as if you had been partners for years. The connection between you was undeniable, a mutual understanding that went beyond words.

After successfully apprehending the criminals, Spider-Man approached you and isolated the two of you, removing his mask to reveal the charming face of Peter Parker. You'd seen him around school, but never really talked to him much aside from conversations in your shared classes. He wasn't a bad looking guy, his brown curly hair appeared soft to the touch, landing slightly above his eyebrows having been ruffled by him removing his mask, his eyes wide and a deep brown, and his face soft but structured. He's actually pretty cute... His eyes sparkled with admiration as he looked at you, recognizing your bravery and unique spirit.

"Thank you for your help back there," Spider-Man said, his voice carrying a blend of gratitude and curiosity. "I haven't seen someone with your skills in a long time. What's your name?"

You smiled warmly, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort in Spider-Man's presence. "I'm (r/n)," you replied. "And it was an honor to fight alongside you, Spider-Man."

"Peter..." he spoke, "I'm Peter." He hastily said, offering his hand to shake with a small smile.

As days turned into weeks, you and Peter found yourselves drawn to each other, spending more and more time together. Peter was captivated by your courage and unwavering sense of justice, while you admired Peter's dedication to protecting the city he loved. Your conversations were filled with laughter, shared dreams, and heartfelt moments.

You would often meet on rooftops, away from the prying eyes of the world, where you could be your true selves. You would share your hopes and fears, while Peter would confide in you about the challenges he faced as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker.

With each passing day, your connection deepened, evolving into something more profound. It wasn't just the shared experiences of crime-fighting that brought them closer but the unspoken understanding and support you offered one another.

One evening, as they watched the sun set over the city skyline, you turned to Peter, your heart beating with vulnerability. "Peter, I have something to tell you," they said softly. "I've fallen in love with you. Not just the hero behind the mask but the person beneath it."

Peter's eyes widened with surprise, and then a gentle smile curved his lips. "(R/N), I've been feeling the same way," he confessed, reaching out to take your hand in his. "You're an extraordinary individual, and being with you has brought joy and purpose to my life."

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them basking in the glow of their newfound love. You and Peter embraced, their hearts intertwining like the threads of a spider's web, creating a love story that transcended the boundaries of superheros and stories

Together, you would continue to fight for justice, using your unique abilities to protect the innocent and make the world a better place. And as you swung through the city, in Peter's arms, You and Peter knew that your love was an extraordinary force—one that would inspire and change lives, both on and off the pages of your own story.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #short story #shortandsweet #i’m bored #i procrastinate a lot #this is so random #spider man

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justadreamer08 · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes Bc I’m Bored~ No. 2 ~ Peter Parker Shenanigans Edition

Peter (grabbing a controller): ALRIGHT!!!! Let’s do this.

Ned (looking around at everyone): Skins at the ready.

MJ (sighing): Yeah, sure, whatever come on.

Flash: MJ that’s not the skin…

Peter (gasping throwing a hand over his chest): MJ PUT THE SKIN ON.

MJ (furrowing her eyebrows): Why does it matter, it just-

Peter: PUT THE SKIN ON YOU’RE RUINING OUR ✨SYNERGY✨

#inccorect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #peter parker #marvel

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justadreamer08 · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes Because I’m Bored ~ No. 1~ Top Gun Mav. Edition

Jake: AFTERPARTY AT ROOSTER’S!!!

Phoenix: Swimsuits. Yes. Encouraged.

Bob: Uh, okay I guess I’m down for that…

Bradley (in the other room): NO! Nobody- please- guys- NOBODY SHOW UP AT MY HOUSE.

#incorrect quotes #top gun maverick #i’m bored #bored af

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justadreamer08 · 1 year

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Could you write like- a little imagine of like christmas shopping w the stranger things gang? I don't really know what I wanted when I wrote this but like yeah!!! <3

Nonny!!! Ofc! I got you!!! :D

wc: 679 (This turned out to be much shorter than what I thought, but short and sweet I guess.)

pairing: (everything is platonic lol) platonic!steve harrington x reader, platonic!dustin henderson x reader, platonic!eddie munson x reader, platonic!robin buckley x reader

Warnings: Holiday/Christmas Spirit??? Corny jokes

Author's Note: good luck. You can either imagine this happens before everything in Hawkins goes wrong, or that it never happened.

That Cliche Holiday Moment

The car screeched to a stop on the icy pavement of the parking lot. You shift the car into park and unbuckle your seatbelt. As you pile out the car, the sound of the doors on your car closing follow close behind. Piling out of your car are Steve, Eddie, Dustin and Robin. The group of you decided to go holiday shopping together because- why not?

Snow crunched under your feet as you all walked towards the entrance, the sound of the usual holiday music playing from the mall speakers reaching your ears. Dustin, Steve and Eddie were having an argument about the most overplayed songs during the holidays.

“NO! Okay. Listen, it’s gotta be that one Mariah Carey song? The one where she just melodically screams about being alone on Christmas day. Like- okay Mariah we get it. You’re alone on Christmas, I’ve been alone for some years but you don’t see me singing about it do you?”

“Yeah, because you can’t sing Dustin.” Steve rolls his eyes, scoffing. Failing to hide a smirk that threatens to break through his annoyed facade.

Eddie whistles a low tone in shock and claps Dustin on the back.

“Tough luck dusty boy…can’t say he’s wrong though.” Eddie stifles his own laughter as Dustin shakes his hand off of his shoulder in a huff of annoyance. Robin turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

“I can’t believe you were actually going to make me go shopping with these three alone.” She whispers in your ear as if she’s afraid the rest of the group would hear her. Something quite out of character for her, considering you’ve seen her knock Steve down a peg or two when he was out of check in her opinion. Whether it be jokingly or literally. You shake your head at her words. It was true. You were never going to join them shopping, but you were eventually convinced when Steve and Robin came over insisting you come because you had nothing better to do. You eventually decided you didn’t mind going with your friends, but they didn’t have to attack your current lack of a social life. You had no problem expressing this, in fact, you scoffed at their words, and launched yourself onto the two of them. It led to an impromptu pillow fight- nay, a war. Which you won.

You shook your head and brought yourself out of your thoughts. You looked around to realize that you’d walked ahead of the group and left the rest of them behind. The boys were all leaning backward, eyes wide with fear, and hands up in an act of surrender with Robin standing at the head of the group hands on hips. You walked toward them with apprehension, catching the end of Robin’s rant.

“...this conversation. Honestly, the fact that the three of you can argue about something this stupid for this long. All I want for Christmas is for you to shut up. If not, it will be your last Christmas, because I will deck your halls.”

You stifled a laugh at her usage of famous holiday songs to threaten the boys. You folded your arms and raised an eyebrow at the group.

“So, are we going to continue standing in the ice cold, in the parking lot, getting incredulous and judgy looks from passers-by, or are we going to go inside, do what we came here for and get out of the cold?”

The initial focus of the trip is regained, and the five of you start walking back in your original direction towards the mall doors. You all look around, as ‘Last Christmas’ plays through the speakers. Dustin claps his hands and looks around the group.

“Welp, this is officially our iconic, cliche, holiday special, movie moment! Look at us go!”

Everyone collectively shakes their heads at his antics. Before you can even collect your thoughts and decide on a plan or where you’re going shopping first. Everyone yells their ideas and runs off in separate directions.

This was going to be a long day.

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#stranger things #platonic!steve harrington #platonic!dustin henderson #platonic!eddie munson #platonic!robin buckley #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #hawkins #imagine #drabble #christmas #holiday #ignoring the entire plot line of stranger things

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justadreamer08 · 1 year

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🄱 ~ 🄵🄻🄰🅃

wc: 1.5k

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x aviator!Reader

warnings: coarse language, fluff, mentions of alcohol and bars, most definitely some naval inaccuracies, no use of y/n (bc y/n is an unofficial oc and icky :D )

author's note: Enjoy!

Summary: You meet Bradley in the Hard Deck. The old honky tonk piano in the corner calling both of your names, you calling his heart.

R/N ~ Reader's name

R/L/N ~ Reader's last name

Callsign - “Magnet”

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You walked into the Hard Deck, slipping your aviators onto your head. You squinted at the change in light levels, looking around the room. You'd been called back to TOP GUN to fly a classified Uranium mission. They'd called back the best of the best, and you did graduate top of your class. Clad in denim shorts, a white shirt, yellow Doc Martens with black and white strings, and a hawaiian print scarf strung through the belt loops.

It was late afternoon, so the bar had it's fair share of customers. The jukebox was playing, a group of aviators was playing pool, people were mingling, and the bar was lively. You walked up to the bar and knocked on it.

"What's it take for an aviator to get a drink around here?" you spoke in a playful tone. Penny turned around with raised eyebrows. Her face broke into a grin when she saw you standing in front of her.

"Mag!! How ya' been? You want the usual I'm guessing?" She spoke, abbreviating your callsign while whirling around to get your usual drink from the counters.

"Thanks, about as good as its gonna get. You?" You brought the drink to your lips, smiling behind the rim of the glass at her reaction. You'd always liked Penny. When you first came to Fightertown, you walked into the Hard Deck, and always found yourself wandering back. You lived on the outskirts of Fightertown, not far from where you are stationed from this mission.

"I'm going along!" she replies to your question, smiling apologetically when she has another customer to tend to. You smile understandingly and walk away and your attention is drawn to the piano in the room. It sits, waiting to be played. You'd loved music, especially older tunes. It's all your parents played around the house when you were growing up.

You walked over to the piano, tapping the notes of "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" in your right hand. Just the basic melody, when the jukebox music stopped, and people started circling the piano. You sat down, begining to play the entire song, while people sang along.

In the bustle, you hadn't heard the bell above the door jingle. Nor did you see the Adonis that was Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw that just walked in.

The group of aviators that were playing a game of 9-Ball started to have more conversations among themselves. When the door opened, the conversation grew.

"Bradshaw...as I live and breathe."

"Hangman. You look...good."

"Well, I am good, Rooster. In fact- I am too good to be true."

"Whatever Seresin..." Bradley chuckled, shaking his head dismissively at Jake. The piano died out as you got off the bench to refill your drink.

The stop in music, and the screeching of the jukebox coming to life grabbed the attention of the aviators. The only person who caught your movement was Robert, or Bob "Bob" Floyd. He lifted his glasses off of his face, and lowered them again in disbelief.

"Is that- holy- that's R/N "Magnet" R/L/N!" he exclamed almost fanatically.

"Come again Bob?" Phoenix questioned.

"It's Magnet! One of, no, the best pilot of their class. 5 air to air combat kills, survived 3 SAM's, and as vicious on the ground as in the air. Quite the reputation they have really. How do none of you know this?" Bob rambles.

All the aviator's eyes follow you as you walk to the bar. Rooster tilts his head in intrigue, tucking his glasses into his pocket, and walking over to you leaning against the bar.

“Thanks Pen” You pick your new drink as you turn to see a guy next to you, who you don’t think was there previously. Was he?

He smiles a friendly smile, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He outstretched his hand toward you as he introduces himself.

“Hey, I’m Bradley Bradshaw, callsign: Rooster. Heard you’re an aviator like my friends and I over there, you wanna join us? Payback is racking up a game of 9-Ball.” He asks as you return his handshake. His hands are warm and calloused, although it wasn’t unpleasant. Toughened by constant use. This guy obviously wasn’t a WSO, he was definitely a pilot. You took in his frame, he wasn’t dressed like the other aviators. Then again, neither were you.

“R/N, R/L/N; callsign: Magnet.” nice to meet you. Sure I’ll join you guys.” you turned and started walking in the direction of the other aviators with him.

As you walked up to the table, Bradley introduced you to the rest of the aviators. You offered them a smile, and short wave. The WSO, Bob looked at you as if you hung the moon, completely in awe. You thought it was funny he was such a fan of you. Phoenix you found was the e only person with a semi-sane head on her shoulders; you liked her. The rest, Payback, Fanboy were all decent people. When Rooster introduced you to Hangman, a smirk fell on his lips, and he walked up to you, sizing you up.

“So…Magnet right? I hear you’re kind of good.”

“Yeah, Magnet, everyone always said I’m a magnet for trouble, although based on my stats you probably knew that already. And I’m not kind of good…I’m all kinds of good” you retorted with a smirk of your own, leaning against the pool table.

Hangman looked you up and down, and his smirk grew into a smile as he turned to Rooster.

“I like this one.”

Rooster smiled and shook his head dismissively, the tips of his ears burning red. He liked you too. You’re easy on the eyes, and you like music. He didn’t miss you playing the piano when you walked in. You seemed like you’d been here before; people loved you.

“Hey you guys are matching!” Phoenix called out pointing to his shirt and your makeshift belt. The two items of clothing adorned with hawaiian print. The both of you looked at one another and gave a small nod as of saying ‘huh I guess we are’. As he actually focused on you, he found himself thinking he’d take you on a date if given the chance. I men’s, you’d just stood up to Hangman, you were good looking, played the piano, like-able, and you had similar taste has him. He could hear his mom in his head already: Bradley if you don’t go on a date with this person! I don’t see how you could do much better than that, they’re perfect and you know it. You’re like your father in that way- impeccable taste. He laughed as he thought about his mom, when he looked back your eyes were fixed on his, and he felt his face burn red. You apparently found it amusing, a smile and a laugh slipping past your lips.

You continued small talk with the squadron, besting Hangman and Bob in multiple games of pool with Phoenix as your partner. Bradley had wandered away to the piano, and began to play ‘Great Balls of Fire’. He seemed to be in his element, fingers moving languidly against the keys, singing his heart out along with everyone else in the bar.

You joined in the song with a smile, cheering along with everyone when it was over. She. everyone dispersed and the jukebox was plugged back in, you walked up to Rooster and he looked up at you with a smile.

“How long have you been playing?”

“My whole life feels like, my dad and his best friend were in the navy too. Came here all the time, and loved that song. At least they did before my parents died. Haven’t seen Maverick- er, Pete since.” He spoke running the back of his neck awkwardly.

You nodded in understanding, letting your hand run across the top of the worn piano. As Rooster watched you, he decided he should listen to his mom’s advice.

“Hey, listen, would you maybe let me take you on a date? Get food, catch a movie, walk on the beach? Whatever you want!”

You smiled and tilted your head to the side.

“Really? I’m surprised you didn’t come up with some sort of weird pickup line like most guys here do, but sure I’d love to.” You spoke through laughs, and brought a relieved smile to Rooster’s face. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

“Oh, alright how about this for a pickup line?”

“Hit me with your best shot Bradshaw.” You leaned across the top of the piano.

He played some chords as he spoke.

“I think you should let me take you on a date so we can spend time together, walk along the beach, fall in love slowly and then all at once…why? Because my life without you would B-Flat!”

He landed on the note B-Flat on the piano as he finished talking. You both fell into fits of laughter, and talked for hours into the night. You left the Hard Deck hoping you’d see him again soon, although you could reach out to him whenever, you’d exchanged numbers after all. As you were driving back home, a surge of excitement hit you when you realized the group you’d made friends with were all aviators, and you could tell by the various accents, flight suit patches, and stories that they weren’t all from here. They were all coming back for the same classified mission you were. You definitely see him on base tomorrow and you couldn’t complain one bit.

~ The End

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader

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justadreamer08 · 1 year

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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

wc: 2.7k

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader (best friends to lovers)

warnings: fluffier than a cloud, nicknames ~ my darling, pebble (it will make sense you guys), bug (mom’s nickname for reader), hand-holding, kissing?

author's note: Hey all! This is my first time posting one of my many drafts! I just deemed this one good enough to let the public see, so I hope you all like it.

summary: Your friendship with peter develops into something more, all because of chemistry notes and your favorite skatepark.

(e/c) ~ eye color

(r/n) ~ reader's name bc (y/n) has just become an unofficial oc that's icky :)

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You restlessly sat in your chemistry class. Tapping the eraser on your pencil on your notebook. Your teacher was droning on and on about the four main gas laws. You were originally paying attention, but after the first 30 minutes, you tuned your teacher out. You let out a quiet huff, slowly closing your eyes and shaking your head, you let your gaze drift down to your notes. You opted to draw various doodles and shapes on your paper, when your thoughts drifted to your best friend.

Peter Parker. Your parents were close friends with the Parkers, and thus you and Peter grew up together. You'd seen the long days, short nights, stormy nights, and cloudy days. You'd gone through everything together. You all had dinner together one night at the Parker's, when the two of you looked up from your previous conversation about whatever trivial matters you talked about back then, to see his parents, and your father rushing out the door, zipping about the house. They all left to go to attend to work, and never came back. Since then, you and Peter were stuck together like glue. When Ben died, you were there. When Peter came knocking on your bedroom window, still clad in his suit telling you Gwen died, you were there. You held him through the night, and you were what he needed you to be. A friend, a shoulder to cry on. You'd seen all of Peter's good and bad, his good-looking and his ugly. And he'd seen all of yours

You'd always been able to say that you loved Peter dearly. It's true. He'd always been your everything, your shoulder to lean on, and you were his. The thought had crossed your mind in previous years about the truth behind your affections for him, but you never truly accepted that you felt more than friendly toward him until Gwen died. You knew Peter loved her with all his heart, as did you because he did. When you saw how her death broke him, you refused to see him hurt in that way again if you could do something about it. You'd made it your mission to keep that ardorable lopsided grin he has on his face. Through baby steps, Peter got to a better place, and other people started to show interest in your best friend. You said nothing, and encouraged him to go for anything he wanted, repressing your own favor for him. Since then, your subconcious had a funny way of expressing your emotions toward Peter.

Amongst the various drawings on your chemistry notes, Peter's name lay encompassed by a heart.

RRRRRIIIINNGGGG

Your eyes shot up at the clock when you heard the bell ring. You gathered your things as quickly as you could and booked it. Student chatter filled the halls, as you searched for your best friend. You knew each other's schedules like the back of your hands, and you both had a free period next. You craned your neck around the bustling students when your (e/c) eyes locked with a familiar pair of brown eyes.

You sent a two finger salute in Peter's direction, and he lifted an eyebrow, laughed, and shook his head. You rounded the corner of the hall to your locker, putting away your chemistry books.

"Parker." you stated with a smile, noticing Peter's reflection in the mirror at the back of your locker.

" R/N" he responded as if it were routine. (Which it is)

"So?" you ask turning around to face him, closing your locker.

"Quad?" he asked pointing towards the door.

You nodded and walked in step with him to the student quad.

You lay on your back at Peter's feet, and he was sitting and tinkering with his camera. You had a stack of paper next to you, making various things with them. There were paper airplanes, fortune-tellers, rings, chainlinks, and other whatnot strewn around your head. You finished a paper airplane and threw it at Peter, hitting him square in the face, stifling laughs.

"Haha, very funny..." he drones, not looking up from his work.

You throw another plane in his direction, raising an eyebrow at him. He looks up, trying to appear unamused, but failing.

"What?" he speaks.

"Nothing" you say straightfaced, before breaking a small, short-lived smile.

He returns to his work and mutters something along the lines of nuisance with a chuckle, before looking up again and speaking.

"Oh! I just remembered, I need your chem notes."

You've returned to your paper masterpieces, sufficing to give him a thumbs up. You sit there doing your respective tasks, when the bell rings out again. The two of you stand up, walking back into school. You stop at your locker, handing your chemistry notebook to Peter.

RRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG

The bell sounded, signifying the end of the day. You had an arts history project you really needed to start working on, so instead of accompanying Peter to you guy’s favorite skate park, you went home. You waved bye to a saddened, but understanding Peter, who was disappointed that you guys couldn’t carry out your normal routine of going to the skate park, getting some greasy and albeit unhealthy food, watching a movie together, procrastinating from doing some much needed work, being yelled at by May to get your homework done, parting ways to get some sleep, and starting all over again.

~ You arrived at your door, just barely making it past the threshold when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you spoke, pushing the door closed with your foot.

“Hey, Hi! Uh, I have your chemistry notes, and completely forgot to give them back to you, want me to come over later and bring ‘em?” You hear the familiar voice of Peter ringing through the speakers, and a light smile dances on your face.

“Uh yeah sure, I don’t need them right now, but just come over whenever” you replied, somewhat absentmindedly, while looking through the kitchen for something to eat. Your undivided attention wasn’t brought back to Peter until you heard a muffled female voice, and dissected conversation.

“Oh- uh hi…no I don’t….skatepark down that way…flattering…sorry, no thanks…” You heard bits and pieces of Peter’s words, furrowing your eyebrows at the phone.

“Pete what did you say?” you ask in confusion. Someone was flirting with Peter again for sure. You saddened slightly, but perked up again when you heard his voice come through the phone again.

He laughed awkwardly, and you smiled because you could visualize very clearly him scratching the back of his head the way he always did.

“Uhm yeah, anyway, I’ll come over later, you want me to bring takeout or pizza or something?”

“Sure!” you say breaking into a full grin at the mental picture.

“Sick, I’ll be over later okay? Bye!” he responded.

“Bye!” you spoke into the speaker, pressing the end call button. You went back to rummaging through the kitchen, deciding that chips and a pop-tart were good enough. You went into your room, dropping your backpack on the floor and grabbed your skateboard. You sat down and began to work on your project, pushing your skateboard back and forth under your feet.

You heard the house door close, and the sound of keys dropping on the table some hours later, signifying your mom’s arrival. She noticed your keys sitting on the table, and called through the house.

“Hey Bug!” she yelled.

“Hey mom!” you responded. Her footsteps echoed down the hall, as she poked her head in your room.

“Homework?” she asked.

“Yep…”

“Arts History?” You threw a sad thumbs up her way.

“Ew.” she chuckled, blowing you a kiss as she knocked on your door frame, signifying her departure. You continued working begrudgingly for about 45 minutes, when a realization hit you, and your head shots up from your work.

Peter has your chem notes, drawings and all. And you put his name in a heart. A HEART. You were screwed.

Peter was at the skatepark, sitting atop one of the ramps with his skateboard next to him. He was staring long and hard at your notebook. He didn’t need them anymore, he’d read through them all. It was the corner of the page that drew his attention. His name, in your handwriting, was encompassed by a heart. Did you do it as a joke? Had you done it and completely forgotten? We’re you playing some sort of mind game?

Peter couldn’t lie to himself. Despite having gone through one true relationship he never thought he’d get ever, and the number of people that seem to like to try and get his attention. It just happened around when he was on the phone with you actually, but they always ended in rejection. After you helped him get through coping with Gwen’s death, he realized he wouldn’t want to lose you for the world. You were his everything, and he wanted you close, in anyway he could have you, and recently, he’d realized that ‘more than friends’ was one of those ways.

You stared at Peter’s contact picture on your phone that was sitting on the floor. You sat crouched on your bed, debating what to do, because he definitely knew. How could he not? His name was right there on a page in a heart, and you were so forgetful, you hadn’t even thought about it when you gave him the notes. So you sat there, glaring at your phone- and then it lit up. Peter was calling you.

Your eyes widened and you backed away from the edge of the bed, putting more distance between you and the thing, not wanting to talk to him. Then you decided, out of some fit of completely fake confidence, that you were going to talk to him in person. You grabbed your skateboard and marched out the door confidently. The. you realized what you were actually about to do.

Peter was on his way to your house when he saw you skating down the street in his direction. He slowed to a stop and walked up to you in confusion. You stopped, hopped off of your board, and shoved it under your arm when you saw his figure walking in your direction

“Wha- how am I supposed to meet you at your house, if you’re here?" Peter speaks with befuddlement, eyes darting around nervously.

"Well, I figured we could go out and get food or something, since we didn't do our normal routine after school!" The words flew out of your mouth, blurring together.

Peter nodded in understanding, and put his board in his bag and started walking alongside you.

The two of you ended up at your favorite place, John's Pizzeria. The conversation you had on the way there wasn't horrible at all. It wasn't awkward, and quite pleasant. The two of you were seated on the top level of the restaraunt, surrounded by the fairy lights on the railings. The atmosphere was always amazing, which is why the two of you loved it so much.

The routine was the same as it had been for years: Extra Large Pizza, Half and Half of your favorite toppings, delicious garlic butter breadsticks, and soda for days. The two of you shared laughs about teachers, you listened to him rant about science and photography. He listened and hung onto your every word as you talked about your favorite things. The two of you split the bill, and left, walking in the direction of the skatepark. The two of you lay on your skateboards at the bottom of the ramp. Peter abruptly sat up, and started rummaging through his bag.

"Oh, here, your chemistry notes. " he hands the book to you, and in the flickering lights of the skatepark, you can see the tips of his ears turning red.

"Thanks." you speak, brushing your thoughts away, although you feel your face heat up. You train your gaze on the sky, the air around you guys silent, save for the breeze and sounds of the city.

"I like you too you know..." Peter mumbles cautiously, fearful to let the words pass his lips. He gestures to the notebook, and you flip to the page with his name on it. You turn, sit up and look at him, and his eyes widen slightly and his gaze drops.

"Really?" you speak through a breathy laugh. He looks back at you and nods in response, a smile gracing his features. You smile in return, and when you think back to about how you'd approached the whole incident, you chuckle. Peter furrows his eyebrows, but finds himself laughing along with you. You try to explain between fits of laughter the absurdity of the dance you'd been engaging in. Although your speech is broken, he understands you perfectly. He always did.

The laughter dies down and you both sigh catching your breath. Peter reaches for you, leans forward speaks up first.

"I really want to kiss you right now, is that bad?" he questions.

You laugh and lean your forehead on his.

"Not in the slightest."

Peter lifts your face to his, you lips fitting together perfectly. The kiss is slow, soft, and gentle. You pull away, dazed smiles on both of your faces.

"Who would have thought you'd be my pebble..." he mutters, thumb running up and down your jawline. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as he elaborates.

"Like, you know how when you're skateboarding, or walking, or riding a bike, and you can be having a great time, but a rock or a pebble gets stuck in your shoe or wheel? Well, I was moving through life, and I always had something there, a pebble that kind of confused me, I was wondering how it ever got there, and I was desperate to figure it out. You are my pebble. You've always been there, you completely turned my life in a different direction, got me out of my comfort zone, and when I needed to be brought back to Earth you were there....It's you, my shoulder to lean on, it was you, someone to vent with, someone to confide in, a friend, someone to just sit in the silence of the dark with...it's you. You were whatever I needed, and even when I didn't know I needed it you were there. You always had been, and I can't get rid of you, but I wouldn't want to. It's you, and I'm glad it was you." he speaks with a smile growing on his face.

"Hm, R/N the pebble...your pebble? It's gonna grow on me, I kind of like it..."

"Always you, and only you my darling" he laughs.

You groan and rub your hands over your face.

"Chemistry notes. It took chemistry notes."

"Hey! At least we know we work out, we have great chemistry...literally I'm in your notebook, the science doesn't lie!"

You laugh at his dorkiness, and start to stand up.

"C'mon Mr. Parker, it's getting late, lets go." He puts his board in his bag, and you get on yours. You grab his hand, and he gets up and starts walking. He keeps hold of your hand, softly pulling you on your skateboard to your house. You get to your steps and he walks you up to the door.

"Goodnight my pebble" he smiles slowly letting go of your hand.

"Goodnight Pete" you smile.

You go insideand close the door, with a huge smile on your face. You open your eyes to your mom leaning against the kitchen doorframe with a smirk on her face.

"It's about time!" She throws her hands onto her hips smiling at you. She was always a huge advocate for you and Peter getting together. You smile, look down and shake your head. You say your goodnights, and walk to your room.

Your mom stayed in her spot, watching your figure fade away as you walked back to your room. She always had your best interest in mind. She saw the longing glances, and the heart eyes you shot his way when you thought nobody was watching. She saw the way his face lit up whever you walked into the room or said his name. She always saw herself and your dad, and the Parker's in you two, and although you all loved Gwen and how she made Peter happy, and were all equally devastated at her loss, she always had a hunch about the two of you. To see the look on your face when you walked in the door made her heart warm, and she knew that you guys would be endgame.

𝙄𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩

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